This poem is about a boy named Steven (go figure...;) who once each year during the very blessed season of autumn would collect three of his most favorite leaves. Always one red, one gold, and one yellow. And he would put these leaves in a jar sealed tightly upon his shelf. And during the other eleven months of the year before bedtime he would hold his jar, close his eyes, and imagine all the beautiful colors that once surrounded him and made him happy. And it was always around June or July that he would run out of patience and beg his very dear friend Mr. Tree to allow more of those beautifully colored leaves to fall to the ground. And it was always around that time that his Mom would remind him that just like she sought the best for him as well did nature have a Mommy that knew what was best for it. Mother Nature of course. Our story comes to life…
